There were more and more people. Experts from the secular world on the inner and outer floors surrounded the pavilion in the middle. At this time, a man finally stood up and began to challenge. Out came a thin man in his forties. The man was dressed in black and tied with a scarf on his head. He stood there casually, and those who stood outside felt a sense of suffocation.

Some people in the crowd began to talk, "do you know who this elder is?"

"I've heard that it was houzijian of Morocco who snorted coldly. His long sword came out of its sheath, and a sword just cut Zhang Beihai's throat like a meteor outside the sky. The strength of the two people was only one level different, but it was a different level.

Hou Zijian put his sword back into the scabbard, and the boy who was caught in his hand shouted angrily, "you killed my father, you killed my father!"

Hou Zijian knocked the boy unconscious and said, "this man is mine."

Wei Chiba walked back to the pavilion and said in a loud voice, "I'm afraid it's wrong? Didn't he say he wanted stone, scissors and cloth?"

Xia Changdong said faintly, "if you don't follow the agreement, it depends on whose strength is stronger?"

Hou Zijian thought that the most powerful person in this was Xia Changdong. He immediately threw the boy on the ground next to him, and then said, "stone, scissors, paper."

These people gathered together, stone scissors and paper, and finally won. It turned out to be Wei Chiba. Wei Chiba laughed and said, "I'm still very lucky. I knew the school should send me out."

Others saw that these people were so excessive that they arrested people casually, and distributed them in a way that made them feel ashamed. It was like treating them as goods in exchange. Everyone was angry, but there was nothing they could do, because their strength was indeed worse than the other side.

At this time, the crowd began to agitate, one by one shouting: "why hasn't Mr. long come?"

"Yes, it's time for young master long to come forward."

"Maybe the Buddha childe can also do it. There will always be a lesson to teach these arrogant disciples."

These people quarreled one by one, and Xia Changdong's face was slightly ugly, because he thought that he had just been defeated by the injured young master long before, which was simply an unspeakable shame, but he would not tell anyone here.

There was a lot of shouting around, and Yu Meier suddenly smiled and said, "don't rob me of these two!"

She flew into the crowd like a butterfly. People didn't resist or dodge, and they were all immersed in her moving posture and fragrance. Two young people with good figure were directly caught out of the crowd by him, and then flew back to the pavilion. Yu Meier looked at them with eyes like silk, giggled and asked, "would you like to go back with me? En?"

The two young men shook their heads crazily as if they had lost their minds and said, "yes, yes."

Yu Meier giggled and was proud.

The other people glanced at the two men caught by Yu Meier, but they were handsome and in good shape. They didn't see any particularly decent bones. It seemed that they took them back as a tool for picking Yang and tonifying Yin, and they didn't bother to grab them.

Several others swept towards the crowd. For them, deterring the world's masters is only one purpose. The important purpose is to attract all masters, and then they choose targets to bring back to the sect.

Xia Changdong suddenly brightened his eyes and flew towards the crowd. Several people in front of him in the crowd were stabbed to the ground by his sword. For a moment, there was a river of blood in the crowd. Those people didn't want to stop, but they didn't have time to dodge, but they lost their lives. Then he grabbed a young man in his early twenties in the crowd, who seemed to be a predestined person he liked.

But before he could catch his hand, he felt a strong breath coming to his face, and then a Zen stick directly hit his head. Hou Zijian stepped out of the sword lattice, and with a Ding, he was directly shocked by this huge force and retreated several meters away. Among the crowd, people in the Longmen couldn't hit him. Drunk gyro laughed and said, "happy, happy, let me see if you can take me again!"

Liu Zhen's face was relaxed He laughed wildly: "You monkeys who don't know where to jump out of, really think that no one in the world can cure you? Oh, and what's that called... Xia Changdong, right? Don't nod your face. You know that our sect leader of Longmen fought with Wei Sihai and Tokugawa Benxi in succession some time ago. He has been seriously injured for a long time and is now recovering. How can you take this opportunity to challenge our sect leader? Why How about a big defeat? "

Xia Changdong felt that his face was hot, and several other people of the ancient martial arts sect knew that Xia Changdong had previously challenged long Gongzi, one of the two eldest sons, and had not even beaten the injured long Gongzi.

Drunk gyroscope cursed, "although the sect master defeated you, the sect master was seriously injured, but now he has affected the injury of his body, otherwise he would have come and crushed you one by one!"

Xia Changdong gnashed his teeth and said, "it's nonsense. I have fought with young master long, but the two young masters of the dark world are just like that. I can't do anything about him, and he can't do anything about me."

Many masters in the secular world in the crowd laughed when Xia Changdong said this. Just now they were killed and robbed by these people in the ancient martial world as livestock and goods. At this time, the people of Longmen came, and they finally had a backbone.

Mo long looked at Xia Changdong, and his body sent out an extremely dangerous breath. His tone was calm, but the calmer it was, the more dangerous it was: "you say that our dragon's gate master is nothing but this, it depends on whether the knife in my hand answers."

After feeling the horror of Mo long, the young leaders of these ancient martial sects all changed their faces, and what made them scared was still behind.

Before Mo long could make a move, a vague figure suddenly appeared in the center of the venue. The figure became clearer and clearer. Dressed in a robe and a golden mask, the Buddha childe didn't know when to stand here!

Mo long loosened the knife in his hand, and the murderous spirit dissipated. At this time, the Buddha childe's tone did not know whether it was joy or anger. He calmly said, "is it you want to challenge the martial arts in the world? Don't be so troublesome, I have only myself, you go together."

These people glanced at each other and felt deep fear from each other's eyes. They had never felt this way even when facing the elders in the door. It seemed that the other side was a lion, and they were just insignificant ants at the feet of the lion.

Shouldn't the masters of guwu sect be superior? Shouldn't it be easy to trample on these worldly little people? How did this happen?

The five of them were in great panic, and then all of them couldn't bear that fear. At the same time, they hit the Buddha childe with all their strength, and all of the five void breaking masters hit empty. When they turned back, everyone found that their eyes suddenly appeared in front of them.

Yes, just a pair of eyes.

Then they felt as if they had entered another world, in which there was no ground, no high altitude, only endless darkness, and then countless chains flew over in the darkness, directly penetrating their bodies and piercing their hearts.